This past fall finally brought the publication of my fun, romantic comedy mystery, Temporarily Employed. When I wrote this book, I had a hard time selling it. I’d always classified my work as a romantic comedy mystery, but when a published author berated me in an elevator when I stumbled over the genre, I kept my mouth shut and said romance when anyone asked.
I was caught in a writing tidal wave when I penned Temporarily Employed and wanted to continue the adventures of my heroine and hero (Hattie Cooks and Detective Allan Charles Wellborn) in a second book, one I’ve entitled Temporarily Insane.
Hattie had lost the job she loved and to make ends meet, she took jobs. In Book One, she worked at an insurance company where she uncovered an embezzling scam tied to the murder of a former employee. In Book Two, she will work at an accounting firm where all the men she comes in contact with are knocked off.
Why temp jobs? Truthfully, I’d never worked at one. I’d done seasonal and part-time employment and perhaps that qualifies. Some jobs were based on “interesting” ones I’d held. Tee-hee, maybe even characters–in some remote fashion–resemble people I’d met. Trust me, no one could recognize themselves.
Temporarily Insane needs some major polishing over the next few months. I love Hattie and Allan and want to see my series move forward.
I also write short romantic comedy fiction. I have several stashed on my computer and shall be polishing one for a submission shortly.
Which goes to show, January will be a busy time for me.
Like some of her characters, award-winning author, Vicki Batman has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, ride attendant at an amusement park; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general “do anything gal” at a financial services firm–the list is endless, giving her plenty of crazy material for her writing.
Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories. She is a member of RWA and several writing groups and chapters. In 2004, she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. DARA awarded her the Robin Teer Memorial Service Award in 2010. Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking “What if??”
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New job. New love. And murder. Desperate for cash to cover the basic necessities, Hattie Cooks takes a temporary job at Buy Rite insurance company where she uncovers an embezzling scam tied to the death of a former employee–the very one she replaced.
Pretty much covered the whole freakin’ day.
A blinding red-white, red-white strobe, reflected in my brand new Wrangler’s rearview mirror, seized my attention. The police. I tossed my hands skyward, ready to surrender. I shouldn’t have been too surprised. Like I’d commented this a.m. to my roommate, Jenny, “Today, anything’s possible.”
My Bad Day checklist included:
– Crappy job interview, one which might have provided desperately needed income.
– Wore gut-busting panty hose on a hot day which had now worked past my waist and strangled my diaphragm.
– A barely blowing air conditioner indicated something had malfunctioned in my new, fun car.
I stole another glance in the mirror, and with great reluctance, flipped the right turn indicator. My vehicle coasted to a stop on the shoulder of Boston Avenue in my hometown of Sommerville, a nice suburb located between two large cities. Four lanes of cars and trucks zipped by as I sat there where every single one of my family, friends, friends’ friends, and their friends—including Rat Fink Suzanne—would see a police vehicle positioned right behind mine. Gleefully, drivers would chant the “Ha-ha, got you, not me” ditty.
After killing the engine, I flopped back in the seat. Shooting the morons the finger was an idea. Nah. I’m too exhausted to care.
A litany of: “No, not hiring.” “Just filled the position.” “You’re over qualified.” “You’re under qualified…” tornadoed through my head. Coupled with the intense job search through various outlets like the internet and completing numerous online employment applications, no wonder my body had been depleted of all life force.
Not even a breeze blew to take the edge off the unbearable summertime heat. Tangled wild trees and dry scrubby bushes banked the roadside. The grass had taken on a scorched look. Rolling down the driver’s window, I surveyed my surroundings. Nothing great. Nothing new.
I stole a glance in the side mirror at the policeman who strode purposefully along the shoulder. The gravel crunched under his boots. He looked huge, probably because his uniform, which appeared to be bulked with a bullet-proof vest, made him resemble a buffed-up superhero in size. Exceedingly intimidating.
Sigh. When things went wrong, they were really wrong.
Buy links for Temporarily Employed
Amazon paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Temporarily-Employed-Vicki-Batman/dp/1628304979/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1412359358&sr=1-2&keywords=temporarily+employed
The Wild Rose Press ebook: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=5829
The Wild Rose Press paperback: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=191&products_id=5896